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"And Sir, this is the Villa we've been discussing about." spoke Aman and then folded his hands down on his abdomen.
Dhruv took off his aviators gla...Dhruv? Dhruv Singh Raizada? Naam to suna hi hoga.
Dhruv took off his aviators glasses and stared at the wood-made Villa in front of him.
"Don't you think, it's time i fire you all because you people are good for nothing" spoke Dhruv angrily, now turning towards Aman and the other workers behind him.
"It has been two weeks but you couldn't vacate a single house then what about this whole section Aman? Now am i going to deal with these trivial matters? Is this what i have left to do?" he gritted and they hung their heads low.
"Sir...the lady who liv..."
"To hell with the lady Aman. I need this area vacant in next 24 hours otherwise, you all better come with your resignation letters in my cabin instead i fire you." he said and Aman nodded.
Dhruv looked around with a ridiculously disgusted look. The place was too much crowded with people buzzing and roaming here and there and he felt nothing but suffocated there.
But he needed the place.
He turned around to leave but something stopped him as he turned around back. His gaze fell on her.
"Didi...Didi Rohan mat ko dena...Rohan ne rammanchi ki"
"Maine koyi Rammanchi nahi ki"
"Achha ab bas. Stop fighting. Chutki calm down"
"But Rohan.."
Dhruv watched as she blinked and smiled at the girl.
"Rohan?"
"Didi. Devi Maiyya ki sogandh"
"LIAR"
"Okay Okay stop. We will replay the match. Chutki. Rohan"
"But Didi"
"It's okay Chutki. We will show these boys that hum ladkiyan bhi kisi se kam nahi" Dhruv raised his eyebrow at the comment.
His gaze turned intense all of the sudden as it traveled down the length of her body and lingered at some particular places.
She definitely had an extra-ordinary beauty, he felt his pant tighten as a sudden rage of desire shot him.
Yes. He has been in ****ual relationships but the one in front of him was little different. She seemed bilkul alag si.
Playing cricket in the middle of the big plain ground was a little strange for him. Is not cricket played in the stadiums?
Hair tied in a loose bun and the dupatta tied around her body was clearly showing her curves at right places.
In short, Dhruv Singh Raizada was flattened by a middle class girl.
"Sir, that's the lady who is being an obstacle in vacating this area" Dhruv heard Aman and looked at him and nodded.
"I'll deal it" he muttered and then his legs were taking him to her.
The girl was about to hit the ball in the air with the bat in her hand when she stopped and turned sideways to find a man in his Armani Suit standing right before her.
She looked at him confusedly and untied her dupatta slowly, feeling a little bit conscious of herself sensing that strange kind of intense stare.
"Hi" she heard him and stared at his outstretched hand for a shake.
She looked down beside her and then at him.
"Namaste" she joined her hands and Dhruv felt insulted.
He fisted his stretched hand and dropped it down on his side.
"You're the one residing in the wood-made Villa?" he asked and Khushi tilted her head, a little suspicious and that's when her gaze fell on Aman standing a little afar and she sighed.
So, there were here again asking them to vacate the area but she wasn't letting this happen, not in this lifetime. Devimaiyya ki Sogandh.
She folded her arms and thinned her lips.
"Do all businessmen like getting insulted? First your PA and now it's you" she spoke and he narrowed his gaze.
"Sorry Mr.-"
"Dhruv Singh Raizada" he interjected.
"Mr. Dhruv Singh Raizada. We are not going anywhere, not going to abandon this section. You can't make your Multiples Cinema by making people homeless. You have got no right! Do you have any idea what will people go through because of yo- "
"Enough girl. This is not our damn problem where you go" Dhruv clenched his jaw. He hates big mouth people.
"Exactly Mr. Raizada. Your Multiplex Cinema is not our problem." she said.
"Haan Haan Didi is right. Hum ye jaga khaali nahi karenge" said Rohan coming beside her but Dhruv's eyes were intense and were at her, looking at her steadily with his heated gaze.
"Agar hum yahaan se chale jaayenge to phir hum kahaan rahenge Didi?"
"Hum kahin nahi jaa rahe hain chutki" spoke she, stooping down to Chutki's level and then glaring at Dhruv.
"I hope, you got the point" She glanced at Aman and turned back to leave but gasped when she felt herself being pulled back.
Dhruv twisted her hand behind her back and pulled her towards him, his teeth rattling with anger. She hissed when his nails dug into her skin causing her pain.
"No one. No one has ever dared to talk to me in this tone girl. Who are you? A middle class behan ji. Apni aukat mat bhulo. You don't know me" he gritted.
Khushi gulped and wriggled, looking at him with disgust. So much of pride and arrogance.
"What are you doing? Haath chhoriye hamara" Khushi spoke angrily glancing at the audience.
"Humne kaha hamara haath chhoriye" Khushi's voice was firmer.
"Leave our Didi" Chutki pulled at his coat with her tiny hands.
Dhruv jerked at his coat, pushing the little girl away and that made Rohan to run and help her friend.
"Nahin chhorta haath. Kya kar sakti ho tum?" he now turned towards her. A smirk playing on his lips as he leaned forward, stepping in her personal space.
"Excited. Are we?" he whispered, moving his hand on her lower back but before it go further low, Dhruv received a tight slap on his cheek.
Khushi pushed him back with all her strength and breathed heavily. The file in Aman's hands dropped down on the ground. The girl had dug a grave for herself and as well as for him.
"You disgust me" Khushi gritted and clutched her dress, her chest heaving up and down before she turned around and left hurriedly.
His knuckles turned white with rage; a bomb ready to blast anytime on Aman exclusively.
"Aman" he yelled and the poor man came rushing towards him.
He caressed his cheek feeling a stinging pain.
"Y-yes Sir"
"Kya naam bataya tha iski ladki ka?"
"I haven't told you the name s..." he stopped when Dhruv snapped his head in his direction angrily.
"K-khushi. Khushi Kumari Gupta" Aman spoke and Dhruv closed his eyes for a brief moment, the slap flashing in his mind and it's sound echoing in his ears.
"Khushi" he muttered and clenched his jaw.
"You've to pay for this" he muttered in his hoarse, low tone and then his phone rang.
"Hello"
"Hello. Bhai. Where are you? Are you good?"
"What's the matter?" he asked in his curt voice and heard his brother sigh.
"Di had a nightmare about you. She is worried. Baat karna chahti this aap se"
"Chote. I'm busy. I'll talk to her later" he spoke, his hand still caressing his cheek.
"But Bhai-"
"I'll talk to her later" he repeated cutting him off.
"Okay"
He was about to disconnect the call but something stopped him and a smirk appeared on his face. The game begins.
"Listen. Arnav. Tell Anjali Di to start the wedding preparations"
"Wedding preparation? Kis ki shaadi bhai?"
"My wedding chhote. I'm bringing a Bhabhi for you" He smiled a cunning smile.
Whaa - His Bhai and marriage?...Nah not in this lifetime.
And before he could react in any other way, the call was disconnected.
"Bhabhi? Something's has gone wrong with him " muttered Arnav and shook his head.
"Khushi Kumari Gupta. Get. set. ready for a payback" he muttered rubbing his thumb pad on his cheek wearing a devilish smirk.
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